They attempted to avert people from going into the water by making a border at the high tide line with dark metal poles and yellow caution tape. Around 230am, I woke up from my short nap in the bed I dug myself in the sand (apparently people had been taking pictures of me). Shortly after, a truck came by to officially undo the silly border as some of it started getting angrily torn away. Two men came in a truck that they kept running while cleaning, and some man with curly dark hair started dancing back and forth in front of the truck's headlights. He was clapping his hands, which I later noticed were pronged in his sandles. I got out of bed to take pictures. Two frames later this man collapsed into the sand. Three frames later I asked if he was okay and then saw that it was Jack DeSena, a boy I had Algebra with in 8th grade and now goes to my school again.